Ringing out the wash cloth in the now filthy water as I try to get those last bits of dirt in the very back corner of the cupboard. Muttering to myself how some people actually live astounds me. The level of filth in this house is amazing. Good thing that i have had years of relentless shaming. Being told that my cleaning efforts where not good enough. Or simply having him vacuum the very next day because i didn't do a good enough of a job (or it is more likely that he is a complete control freak and not in a good way.)
I smile to myself..... see im not as lazy and messy as you think. Im on my hands and knees scrubbing walls and using an old toothbrushes to clean around light switches and bathroom taps.
Soooo my new place is not a palace. I knew that already but my goodness was the person before me an absolute grot ball. But somehow i found cleaning my new space cathartic. Because it will be my very own space and i can do what i want in it. I can talk to who i want and go to the things i so choose. It is mine. So like a sad sickly puppy i smile to myself as i clean up another persons filthy living. So that i may begin my own.
